What is it about being an older brother that just makes you want to torment people? It's the end of another long day, all the boys are a little cranky and we're trying to clean up the mess from dinner. Sawyer is carrying around his two favorite colored blocks, Xander is wandering around opening kitchen cabinets as far as the child safety locks will let him and then slamming them closed again, and Connor is simply being Connor (which means he's looking for ways to annoy his brothers).
Tonight, that means he's stealing Sawyer's favorite blocks from his hands and then running all around the little maze that is our down stairs, zooming in and out of the kitchen, whizzing by Sawyer in added torment, as if stealing his blocks wasn't bad enough he must remind him every few seconds that he has the coveted blocks. And if Sawyer seems to lose interest in them, Connor will lay them down just long enough for Sawyer to decide he wants them again, only to pick them back up and take off running yet again with a gleeful little grin as Sawyer screams all over again. It wouldn't be nearly so bad, but Connor clearly knows what he's doing and he enjoys it just a little too much.
One of these days, one of those little boys is going to give him better than he gives, and I can't decide if I will laugh or discipline first, because my first born certainly has it coming to him, sooner or later, for all the torment he's joyfully inflicted on his younger brothers.
